there’s a story behind the colours that many don’t bother to read, know, as long as we take happy pictures and unwrap gifts at the root of the leafy tree. the year may have been the best, or the better, or the worst for some. there’s hope that the last 7 days of each year […]

if you’ll come with a box this time, don’t bring what no one asked for, these days, your gifts are just like the beard you wear yearly – fake. maybe come with an empty box, one big enough to accommodate a sprinkle of ill-luck from the earth, this time, don’t give, rather – take. the […]

the complaint of hikes come, the return of songs comes, the plans to merry come, whenever Christmas comes. the sinner is happy to renew, families are willing to unite, the atmosphere feels alright, whenever Christmas comes. Tomide Abdul

the finishing is the end, the end of a time spent a time spent surviving, surviving to be worthy, to be worthy of a face, a face to wear around, wear around with a name, a name to bear with pride, with pride of being the one being the one with pride, with pride of […]

deleting your texts to a lover because of a late reply is another form of slavery from you, by you, to yourself. one can turn the clock, but can’t swallow a thrown spit, a commitment is a commitment. false hope is false hope. fight your chosen war. Tomide Abdul

if who I’ll be to you is not who you want, not the image you have, it’s fine to walk away. to me, I’m a good man, a smile to be worn, a cologne to be sprayed, but again, that’s to me. to you, I may be a wand with a smile not to be […]

there are years that ask questions like “where are you God?” and years that answer “i have been here all along you did not pay attention.” God knows to answer when the patches are smooth on every edge there is nothing else tells why his voice is clear when I have enough. Victor Oyedele

‘pri-o-ri-ty’ is a sentence I like. it is what you choose to keep, it is who you decide to love, who you consider a friend, and who you choose to tell a lie. it’s a parrot that speaks volumes of words that a book cannot cater for. it is the in-between: the line dividing insanity […]

at whatever stage at whatever stage that you are, there’s an adjective to qualify. bear your given name with pride, name yourself with who you are. there’s a reason you’ve chosen not to tie a rope around your neck yet, and you keep scaling through at whatever stage that you are. there’s a name for […]

on days like this, it’s like I’m mad, the captain here is just sad, so it is surely not the former it has to be the latter. when the brain resumes malice with the hand, leaving words to stutter, be slurry, be stagnant. on days like this, it’s like I’m mad. sometimes, you can feel […]